IT DOESN'T MATTER WHO YOU ARE! #huntaers.
introducing: an independent, selective, medium activity and strictly mutually exclusive writing blog for multiple characters from cw's supernatural universe. all characters featured are designed around canon and personal headcanons. part of the hopeverse collection. please be mindful before following that this blog will explore strong and mature themes including blood, gore, etc. … it only matters what you do.
i've made the decision to combine all my multis into three different genres, rather than separating them by fandom. i used to hesitate to do this because i felt like the character list got too long, but running as many blogs as i do is starting to wear me down! i need a simpler system. the three genres are supernatural + horror misc media / general misc media & fantasy or period drama misc media. feel free to follow me over there from now on:
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"jesus, kid." heavy sigh follows exclamation and it's difficult to tell if he speaks in judgement … or with praise. the gruff tones of an elder winchester have never been particularly easy to decipher. his words don't quite travel in the same booming manner his brother's does. they're quieter, especially when muffled into the chilled beer bottle he has pressed against sore jaw for soothing relief. "you pack one hell of a punch, that's for sure." must be that winchester right-hook. she is one of them after all / a fact that he's still fighting to process: dean has a daughter. — and if bruising skin is anything to go on, she's apparently pissed as hell at his twin. he silently wonders what the hell negan could've done that the mere threat of his presence is enough to inspire such a violent outburst, but john doesn't allow himself to actually ask. there's been enough groundbreaking reveals and strong instincts ( or is that guilt? ) warn him he won't like the answer. "who taught you how to swing like that?" feels like the safer approach, leaning into his nagging curiosity to know @lilyspaintedred better … while he has the chance.
✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 . ( a collection of dialogue prompts based on varying types of demands &. requests . adjust phrasing as necessary . this prompt WILL likely be updated in the future . )
don't say a word .
don't leave me here .
meet me at our spot tonight .
follow me and stay close .
don't beg , it's pathetic .
can you ( tie / zip ) this for me ?
stop lying to me . tell me what you did .
put that down , you don't know what it ( is / does ) .
about lily... part of him was itching to get jealous, to overreact. but that part of him was no longer some buried side of him that he had to contain ; rather, it was mere remnants from a past he had long outgrown. travis had always wanted what was best for dean's daughter — and dean acknowledged that, with quiet, mildly bitter acceptance ; there was a brief moment in time when travis had claimed dean's spot in lily's life. and maybe that spot was never truly replaced but rather expanded— reshaped to make room for him as well...
" they were taken two weeks ago outside a gas station in denver, " dean informed. " i need y'er help with findin' her, 'cause... even if i could ... " he faltered, the silence stretching as his lower lip trembled, betraying the hesitation. his gaze dropped for a moment, and dean had to force his eyes to meet his as the truth clawed its way out of him. " — i won’t know if it’s really her. "
'two weeks outside a gas station in denver.' the confirmation almost sounded distant; hard to hear over the blood pumping in his ears. of all the things travis could've prepared himself for when stepping inside deserted diner, this was the one possibility he'd never dared to humour. he should be used to it by now. he'd been hunting long enough to know the impossible was always, on some level, possible, but this? — this was different. right hand lifted to drag over face, stopping at jawline and gaze briefly drifted across the room towards the lone waitress popping gum behind the counter. a part of him desperately craves something strong and on the rocks, whatever they have available, though he resisted the urge outta respect for present company. he needed a clear head for this anyway.
"okay." he finally cleared throat, sitting up straighter. dean didn't ask him here just to stare at photos. that much was clear from the words that followed. the acknowledgement of a former life meant something. what might've put a barrier between them before now pulled the two hunters together to join forces and travis appreciated what a big step that was. for both of them. "okay. if it's her.. " and the weight behind that is purposeful because while he desperately wanted to believe, they knew better. there'd always be a chance this was something darker playing games with them just for fun. " … she'll go wherever she thinks lily is. won't stop until she finds her."
"Nuh-uh," Hanna answered with a shake of her head, stepping around the pool table to line up her next shot; as well as to put some distance between them. "If you wanna ask any more questions you're gonna have to buy me another round." @huntaers
"damn … another round? you'll be asking for my soul next." and he'd probably hand it straight over. travis straightened up as she stepped back, pushing himself away from the pool table he'd been leaning down on just to be that hint closer. teeth bite at the smile looking at hanna brought outta him and he reached for his own almost-empty beer bottle, finishing it in a swig while signalling 'same again' to the bartender with his spare hand. they're local enough now that he doesn't need to elaborate. "y'ever gonna let me buy you a drink somewhere our feet don't sometimes stick to the floor?"
" — thanks for meeting me, " dean exhaled sharply after holding out a deep breath for a bit longer. his eyes wandered briefly as if to buy time when he knew he had none left. the drive to that deserted diner had already taken him long enough. " i, uh ... stumbled on something, " the hunter pulled out an envelope and slid it across the table for travis to open at his own time. inside he would find surveillance footage that would give him the proper context for their conversation. leaning forward, he looked up at travis and said, " and i need your help. " / @huntaers [ travis ]
head nodded a silent 'you're welcome' as he slid into the booth opposite dean. "you said it was about lily." that alone would've been enough explanation to get him here. young girl was the only real family he had left, but tie that in with the fact dean even called him to begin with? — not showing up wasn't an option. brows raised in a questioning manner before furrowing down and travis reached across for the envelope. "not sure how much use i'm gonna be. you've been at this longer than i have." he couldn't ever imagine having more knowledge on something than the other when it came to this life. "everybody else busy or someth.. " sentence went unfinished, drifting into stunned silence as eyes dropped to view the contents. holy shit … heart lurched forward and travis swallowed hard. mind started working overtime trying to process what it was seeing. it didn't work. deep breath in and he fixed composure to speak. "i, uh.. i'm gonna need you to tell me exactly what i'm looking at here." or rather, who.
a collection of quotes from various quentin tarantino movies. adjust as required.
what should we drink to, sir?
i might never have liked you. point of fact, i despise you. but that doesn't suggest i don't respect you.
i'm a little surprised how tall you are in real life.
so, who are your three handsome escorts?
just keep your fuckin' mouth shut. why don't you start practising right now?
there's a special rung in hell reserved for people who waste good scotch.
i've had a gun pointed at your balls since you sat down.
but you fucked her anyway?
there ain't nothing you want to tell me before we get out of this car, is there?
is this a lawyer-client thing, and you can't repeat nothing i tell you?
hey, keep your fucking mouth shut, alright? i mean it. not one fucking word.
you keep fuckin' with me, you're gonna be asleep forever.
what the fuck you doin' knocking on my door like the goddamn police? you wanna die?
is she dead, yes or no?
dying in our sleep is a luxury our kind is rarely afforded.
goddamn girl! you're getting high already?
you didn't say the goddamn rendezvous was in a fuckin' basement.
looks like we have a bit of a sticky situation here.
fuck a duck!
i can say i definitely didn't do it because i know what i did or didn't do. but i cannot definitely say that about anybody else, 'cause i don't definitely know.
all you can do is pray for a quick death, which you ain't gonna get.
oh great. i don't care.
shut your raggedy-ass up and sit the fuck down.
i love rumours! facts can be so misleading, where rumours, true or false, are often revealing.
does he look like a bitch?
my ass may be dumb, but i ain't no dumbass.
so, what does it feel like to kill a man with your bare hands?
that's a pretty good fucking milkshake. i don't know if it's worth five dollars, but it's pretty fucking good.
nobody kills anyone in my store except me.
any time of the day is a good time for pie.
it's none of your business.
normally, both your asses would be dead as fucking fried chicken, but you happened to pull this shit while i'm in a transitional period, so i don't wanna kill you. i wanna help you.
you lookin' at something, friend?
tell that fuckin' bitch to chill.
what's more chickenshit than fucking with a man's automobile?
don't fuck with another man's vehicle.
this is not my fuckin' problem, man!
i think i cracked a rib.
i thought you said you were gonna be cool.
now when you yell at me, it makes me nervous. and when i get nervous, i get scared.. and when motherfuckers get scared? that's when motherfuckers accidentally get shot.
did you ever hear the philosophy that once a man admits that he's wrong, he is immediately forgiven for all wrongdoings?
i will never forgive your ass for this shit.
this is some fucked-up repugnant shit.
if my answers frighten you then you should cease asking scary questions.
well, let's not start sucking each other's dicks quite yet.
i'm pretty fuckin' far from okay.
say 'what' again. i dare you. i double dare you, motherfucker, say 'what' one more goddamn time.
hey, i've changed my mind. shoot this piece of shit, will ya?
i hate to shatter your ego, but this is not the first time i've had a gun pointed at me.
i'm gonna fuckin' die!
motherfucker, i'm trying to watch the lost boys.
was that as good for you as it was for me?
you wanna fuck with me? i'll show you who you're fucking with.
excuse me for not being the world's biggest madonna fan.
let me tell you what 'like a virgin' is all about. it's about a girl who digs a guy with a big dick. the entire song is a metaphor for big dicks.
you almost killed me, asshole.
if i knew what kind of guy you were, i never would've agreed to work with you.
what the fuck are you talking about?
i don't wanna kill anybody, but if i gotta get out that door and you're standing in my way? one way or the other, you're gettin' outta my way.
you keep talking like a bitch, i'm gonna slap you like a bitch.
listen, kid, i'm not gonna bullshit you, alright? i don't give a good fuck what you know or don't know, but i'm gonna torture you anyway regardless.
let me get this straight.. you don't ever tip?
you kill anybody?
get the fuck outta my face with that shit.
whose motorcyle is this?
a please would be nice.
i'm not here to say please. i'm here to tell you what to do and if self-preservation is an instinct you possess, you'd better fucking do it and do it quick.
i don't mean any disrespect. i just don't like people barking orders at me.
pretty please with sugar on top.. clean the fucking car.
fuck pride. pride only hurts, it never helps.
just because you are a character doesn't mean you have character.
you touch him, you die.
you mind if i have some of your tasty beverage to wash this down?
this was divine intervention.
i don't give a damn what men find attractive.
you can't trust [name]. but you can always trust [name] to be [name].
revenge is never a straight line.
that woman deserves her revenge and we deserve to die.
i suppose it's a little late for an apology, huh?
i've kept you alive for two reasons. and the first reason is information.
you didn't think it was gonna be that easy, did you?
you and i have unfinished business!
do you find me sadistic?
if you shoot this man, you die next. repeat. if you shoot this man, you die next.
you're acting like a first year fucking thief! i'm acting like a professional!
you don't need proof when you have instinct.
that's your excuse for going on a kill-crazy rampage?
